So my man Phil505 likes to watch some rather weird shows on Netflix. One of them is Monster Quest. They're always exploring the deep for Super Jaws or shoving cameras down holes trying to find the world's largest snakes or finding monster fish with more teeth than a crocodile. Sometimes they even search the great northwest for Sasquatch. Every so often they play this creepy music and show an up close picture of an evil looking eyeball.
Anyway, last night I had a dream. And when I woke up, the first thing I thought was, Man! I have seen entirely too many episodes of Monster Quest.
I dreamed that I had previously ordered my plane tickets from Fred Meyer. (Obviously we all know that's impossible.) Well, the fine folks at Freddies screwed up my tickets so I went to complain at the customer service desk. They were all apologetic like and gave me a $50 gift card to spend at any Fred Meyer store.
Then I did a little shopping. I went up to the cash register to pay and the people in front of me had just bought some snakes. Three of them. Some pretty big long snakes, I might add. (Again, so not possible.) Instead of putting them in a locked solid glass cage the checkout guy just decides to put them in a plastic shopping bag. Imagine my horror. I backed away and expressed my "keep those things away from me" attitude and what does he do? He immediately walks toward me and shoves the bag of snakes in my face. He thinks it's hysterical. Me, not so much. So I turn back around and head right on back to the customer service desk where they hear me complain all over again. I told them I wouldn't be happy until this guy was fired. My reward? Another $50 gift card to Fred Meyer. I was so happy about those gift cards.
The night before I had a dream that my former hair girl, Jill, cut my hair and it made my current hair girl, Tiffany, cry. I don't know what that one has to do with monsters, but I'm telling you, my brain has been traumatized. Too much Monster Quest? I think so.